You know the one. Where you are out doing something and then notice a few missed calls. "Hello Husband, how is everything going?! Yes, I am done with my fitness class and on my way......What?! Where?! OK - Be there as soon as I can."
Where, you might ask? That's right, the emergency room. Poor Aiden took his very first trip there last night. To my surprise, he was not crying when I got there. Having some fruit snacks in place of the tears. He was playing with his cousin and some new little friends and hit his forehead on the corner of a wall. 2 numbing doses, several shots, mommy tears, and 6 stitches later we were good to go for some ice cream. Because isn't that what everyone does when their child leaves the hospital?!
To be quite honest, I am utterly shocked we haven't had to make a stop there sooner. These boys just RUN RUN RUN everywhere they go. I don't know what that term "walking" is - because my children have never done it. You would think that I am training a mini sprinting team for a meet. It makes me a bit sad to think that his perfect skin has now been changed, is different - Vain, I know. Rongisch keeps telling me "Don't worry honey, chicks dig scars". I guess it is true, but how is Aiden going to be able to pull off "Yeah Baby, knife fight 2010" or "This?! This is nothing, you should see the other guy"
Now that we have this first horrifying experience under our belts, I wonder how long it will take to go back. And at that, who will be the next up to bat? Same hitter or the rookie.......
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment